Novel & Cerita Blackstone Founder Book

The school had faltered. But he had targeted a Blackstone. And Damien Blackstone, CEO, Titan of industry, was also Lila Blackstone’s father. And he was unleashed. The battle lines were drawn, not in the polished conference room, but here, in the quiet aftermath of devastation, with our daughter clinging to us.

Damien Black sat behind my desk. The CEO of Blackstone Holdings who has been trying to destroy Rivera Enterprise for years. Of all the people in the world, Damien Black was the last man I expected to see tonight. He sat on my chair as if it belonged to him, clicking his hands gently on the table. His broad shoulders blocked the light streaming in from the windows. He was taller than I remembered, broad-shouldered and more masculine than he looked in the magazines. Dark hair brushed carelessly over his forehead, and his sharp jawline made him look like he had been carved from stone. And those eyes, cold. Observant, predatory. When he noticed someone entering, his gaze lifted slowly, pinning m

A brief silence. "I don't know for certain," William finally answered, and that admission itself felt foreign. His father never admitted not knowing. "Everything started shaking a few days ago. Business partners who had been loyal for years suddenly switched to other companies. Investors withdrew without clear explanation." He let out a heavy sigh. "And I just found out who's behind all of this." Something tightened in Adrian's chest. "Who?" "Blackwood." That name slipped from William's lips. "Daniel Blackwood. His company is the one snatching up every one of my business partners. He's the one offering prices I can't match. He's deliberately destroying me."

James Park, my CFO and one of the few people here who doesn't actively want me dead, gives me a look that says brace yourself. "Gentlemen." I take my seat at the head of the table. Project confidence I don't feel. "Let's begin." Robert Chen—sixty-five, silver hair, the kind of old money that makes my wealth look like pocket change—doesn't waste time. "We've lost the Blackstone deal." "I'm aware." "That's the third major acquisition this quarter that's fallen through at the eleventh hour." He leans forward. "Would you like to explain how that keeps happening?"

“Be serious for once.” “Okay, okay, calm down,” he caught my hands in between fits of laughter. “What did he say?” “He wants a deal with us.” Ambrose raised his brows, “About what?” “Apparently he knows some dark secrets about Blackstone, he even told about an attempted murder on a kid and I guess they're more too.” I replied, staring keenly at Ambrose who had an unreadable look on his face. “Attempted murder… interesting.” “Yeah interesting indeed,I cannot but wonder how many more secrets they've buried.” I said and he sighed. “He has come to investigate deeper and since we're on blackstone as well and we don't have any allies so he said why not join forces with him.”

“That’s never a comforting sentence.” Ethan closed the file. “He disappeared fifteen years ago.” “And?” Aria asked. Victor exchanged a look with Ethan. The kind of look shared between people who understood the weight of a situation before anyone else did. Finally, Victor answered. “Gabriel Voss was one of the founders of Blackwater.” The room fell quiet. Aria looked back at the photograph. Her father. A founder of Blackwater. Standing side by side. Smiling for a camera. A knot formed in her stomach.

"The penthouse has top-tier security. Even Silas can't get in without my permission. I’ll have a doctor meet us there to look at the boy." Valeriana looked at her small apartment. She had worked so hard to build this tiny, safe world. Now, it was being torn down. "And then what? What happens when the world finds out about him?" Logan stepped closer, reaching out to touch Jamie’s small hand. A look of fierce protection crossed his face, a look that made him look nothing like a vane. "I’m the heir to an empire, Val. I spent my whole life being told that family is a business. But looking at him... I realize I was wrong."

Because there was arrogance. And then there was that. The Founder didn't sound proud. He sounded factual. As though describing something obvious. Something undeniable. Damian's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What does that mean?" The older man's gaze remained steady. "It means your father would never have built Blackwood Holdings without me." A chill crawled down Seraphina's spine. Because if that was true... Then the Circle's influence stretched deeper than anyone imagined. Far deeper. The Founder began walking slowly through the basement. His hands clasped behind his back.